Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.